franphil Chapter 375 The Creator of the Book World
Chapter 375 The Creator of the Book World
Chapter 375 The Creator of the Book World
The Backlund that Ronzel returned to was ambiguous.
At least that's how it appears from his perspective, but to Edwina and Danitz, it's incredibly familiar. Although Lieutenant General Iceberg and her companions aren't from Loen, this is the City of Miracles, Backlund, the most prosperous city on the Northern Continent.
If you haven't been to Backlund, haven't smelled its unique, damp air with a faint odor, your life is incomplete. It may not be a place to live, but it's perfect for taking photos.
"We didn't have these things back then."
Long Ze'er looked at the steam train; he never imagined that such a huge thing could run.
In the past, he would always walk back slowly, since there wasn't even a horse here.
"Captain, you can drive a steam train?"
Danitz was also surprised. Although he had become the one adding coal to the truck, it was an honor to serve the captain.
"The principle is simple: when you can build a train, how can you not be able to use it?"
Edwina ignored Danitz's words. She was looking at Backlund with curiosity. It was very similar to the Backlund she had been to before, but how was the world in the book replicated? She had had the book for quite some time.
Before she found the book, it should have been in a shipwreck at the bottom of the sea.
"Is this the work of the craftsmen... no... the Church of Steam and Machinery?"
Along the way, Longzel also learned some of the history of later generations from Danitz.
He couldn't just watch Danitz add coal all by himself.
"Yes, have you found your home?"
While observing her surroundings, Edwina answered Long Ze'er's questions. Like a curious child, she looked around and opened some rooms to observe. Apart from the fact that no one was there, the place was quite realistic. The house was well-equipped with living facilities, and even the wardrobe contained the latest fashions.
"Captain, I've discovered gold!"
Danitz exclaimed in surprise as he carried an open safe containing gold, jewelry, and banknotes.
Of course, as a proper pirate, before presenting the confirmed loot to the captain, Danitz first took a bite; if he could bite it, it was good gold.
Edwina was alright; she wasn't that interested in money. Long Ze'er was even less interested. He had collected some at first, but later realized he didn't need it here and discarded it.
"Are you going to keep this safe with you from now on?"
Long Ze'er smiled.
Danitz's expression froze, but he still couldn't give up. He stuffed a few pieces of jewelry into his pocket, then picked up a small gold bar and retorted, "Can't I just nibble on it for fun?"
"Gold is good for teeth."
Danitz clutched the gold bar, feeling quite pleased with himself. He was even willing to use it as a stick; he would never have been willing to part with it if he were outside.
A smile flickered in Edwina's eyes. Ignoring Danitz, she looked at Ronzel and asked, "Can you still find your house?"
"I'm not sure if that's my home."
Long Ze'er smiled bitterly, "It's different from what I remember. And judging from the layout, my room is gone. The style of the decoration seems to be for another boy. It no longer belongs to me."
Both Edwina and Danitz fell silent upon hearing this.
Things are wrong.
That is indeed cruel.
As for Klein, he traveled from Enmartre Port through East Chestershire, along land and water routes, to County Ahowa, and of course, he also passed through Tingen. Along the way, it felt as if time was playing backwards to him.
As a history major, Klein was able to see things in the city that should have been obsolete. Tingen, the famous university city, was different from what he remembered. It seemed that the farther away from the sea, the more ancient the atmosphere of the era.
But he still found Narcissus Street, even though it had nothing to do with him.
After all, the Moretti family were proletarians; they didn't own any property in Tingen, so they had nothing to be sentimental about.
Klein arrived at St. Serena's Church in Tingen. The church hadn't changed much. Following his memory, he found the secret passage at the back of the church, which led directly to the underground space where the Tingen Nightwalkers were located.
It seems the Tingen Night Watch squad's base hasn't been moved. Seeing a familiar place is quite touching.
As he passed through the Gate of Charnis and saw those familiar sealed artifacts, Klein's lips twitched involuntarily.
He looked at the most precious relic here, the ashes of Saint Selena, a first-level sealed artifact. "Do they even have this?"
This is terrifying.
After confirming that the sealed artifact could indeed be used, Klein felt that the Gray Fog Space wasn't so powerful after all.
The fact that even the old Tingen, as well as the sealed artifacts preserved in Tingen, could be restored is somewhat beyond the realm of common sense.
Jianhai County.
Mobert Zoroaster stood forlornly in the former capital of the Solomon Empire.
Everything here is so similar to his time, but now he is all alone.
"If this is a dream, then I'm quite a failure as a dream thief."
Mobert's mindset was relatively normal. After all, he had prayed to the old man when he first entered the world of the book, but it was to no avail. He could block prayers directed at the archangel, and the old man had most likely contacted him, or at least performed divination, but there was still no news. This spoke volumes.
Palez Zoroaster did indeed search for his great-grandson, but ultimately found nothing, and could only focus his suspicions on Ammon and Jacob.
He couldn't ask, otherwise Amon would admit it.
Not only will they admit it, but they'll also ask which great-grandson it is, saying he's been eating a bit too much lately.
Jacob would certainly deny it, regardless of whether he did it or not.
The vampire viscount encountered some vampire tribes in the central highlands of the Kingdom of Fenneport.
There are mostly castles here, and some are even simpler, located directly inside caves.
He skillfully entered a cave, took out a bottle of red wine from a room, and said, "The blood inside still tastes so sweet."
"It's a pity there's no one here, and it's a bit far."
This resource point that can refresh supplies is great, but it's just too lonely. Even a reclusive race like the vampires can't stand staying here for long.
These tourists were so engrossed in exploring the "Northern Continent" that they forgot about the elf mentioned in the travelogue. Even Grosser forgot about it and the existence of Shatas.
Outside the travelogue, in the captain's cabin of the Golden Dream, looking at the increasingly realistic "Grossell Travelogue" in his hands, Xia Er wanted to ask God if the other party also had a title: "Creator of the world in the book."
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